HumanoidOfFlesh A long-haired heavy metal dude Laval Blessing is a black magician.He lures some young virgins into his coven to perform some magical mumbo-jumbo.After his unwilling virgin and her boyfriend leave the coven Laval becomes angry.He unleashes bloodthirsty demon with gruesome revenge on its mind..."The Demon Lover" is gloriously cheap and insane horror flick with amateurish acting and cheesy rubber demon.Gunnar Hansen is fantastic in his small cameo role of Proffesor Peckinpah.The writing is bad,the direction is even worse,but I had a blast watching this entertaining turkey.There is a bit of graphic nudity and some splashy gore too!8 rubber demons out of 10.You all have to see "The Demon Lover Diary"-the infamous documentary about the making of this film.

Tromafreak Don't you hate it when you purposely lower your expectations in order to avoid disappointment, and come to find out, it's all been for nothing? As a desensitized lover of B-horror of the 70's, Master Of Evil actually sounded decent enough. Decent enough for the guy who enjoyed The Chooper, at least. Yes, Master Of Evil is cheesy, and yes it's low-budget, and yes, it would technically be in that "so bad it's good" category, but no, I did not enjoy Master Of Evil. I can overlook a lot, but non-stop boring is a lot to ask. These guys offer us nothing but conversations, arguments, some little satanist-mascot guy, and very little story to speak of. Concerning a group of Satanists who party often, in a castle owned by their leader, Laval Blessing, a smug, yet confident young fellow, with hair that's way too long, and way too curly for his own good. Blessing unsuccessfully tries to set up satanic orgies, but you got to, at least admire the guy's ambition. Eventually, Laval upsets everyone, making them split, with his deep satanic knowledge and whatnot. Later on, Blessing conjures up an incredibly fake-looking devil thing, which possesses a few unfortunates, and kills a few more. An epic, indeed. Oh yeah, our pal. Gunnar Hansen shows up, as if it matters. For something with a similar vibe, with (a little) more life, check out Werewolves On Wheels. Ultimately, Master Of Evil screams dead acting, incoherent dialog, characters with seemingly no purpose, a grainy, murky look to everything, a typically unfitting score, and of course, a ridiculously outlandish devil monster, with glowing red eyes (usually)... well, now that I put it like that, it sounds pretty damn good. Maybe I spoke too harshly earlier, Master Of Evil ain't bad, check it out! 5/10

R Becker Try as they might, no-budget filmmakers working on DV just can't seem to capture this level of sordid, inept fun! THE DEMON LOVER has it all: Bad acting, lousy writing, murky camera work, a ridiculous-looking rubber monster, a little skin (not much), a little blood (not much), characters named after comic-book professionals, and a surprisingly accurate look at what a lot of fringe-type folks were like in the late 1970s. Yep, tasteless and stupid as the movie is, and awful as the people in it act and look, you really could've met people like the cultists in THE DEMON LOVER at the time! They might not have been devil worshippers who ended up facing their lord and master in person, but they still existed (and they're still out there with their, uh, lifestyles). BTW, the final confrontation between the ex-cultists and their blowhard former master is priceless: Watch for the crossbow bolt! And don't miss the big karate demo in the middle; it's truly the stuff of '70s I'm-so-cool wanking. A cruddy drive-in flashback par excellence.

EyeAskance Under-the-barrel raunch involving the usual wild-for-kicks teens...this time around they're a strange mottle resembling old-school Black Sabbath fans, and their audacious dabblings in black magic parenthetically unharness an ancient bloodthirsty demon. This financially underprivileged drive-in bombast is a showboat of laughably deficient capacities...not for one meteoric instant is DEMON LOVER indicative of professional contribution to any aspect of its barnyard production. Even by the casual standards of 70s era drive-in trash it's a wondrous botch, and a veritable Faberge Egg for any fan of golden-age filmschlock. Interestingly, the dubious "mountain in labor" origins of this celluloid poopstain were the subject of DEMON LOVER DIARY, a spectacular film-document which is cardinal viewing for anyone interested in the bizarre universe of impecunious ground-level movie-making. 3.5/10